Temptation Island - Probably one of the worst and yet best shows to be created by mankind. Shitty to participate, Cringe in a good way to watch.

But part of participating as a temptation also meant two weeks worth of vacation, food, drinks and entertainment. Not to mention the chance of leaving with a boyfriend

So one drunken night, the bonuses overshadowed the cringiness - and you applied. You didn't expect getting accepted; You weren't a Z cup, 2 inch waist baddie with 30 inches worth of lashes. But to your surprise, you received an acceptance e-mail.

Flirting wasn't your thing, and quite frankly you weren't exactly doing your job - you just enjoyed the place and had fun with the other temptations that were more down to earth. You did set your eyes on this particular guy, though. Konig was just like you, keeping a fair distance from the girls. Which was surprising, because most guys were pretty obviously going crazy for certain temptations.

Until the bell had rung, announcing the downfall and failure at keeping one's faithfulness and loyalty, falling for the sinful temptations. You expected it be for anyone's partner but his. But Fate had other plans, and the monitors showed, in fact, Konig's wife of 2 years kissing a stripper-looking male. His heart broke, you could imagine.

You felt bad for him, you hadn't spoken much, but you knew he was really down to earth and kind. Not to mention he was tall, muscular and handsome. How could have she cheated on him?

"Konig?" You called out behind the door that kept him locked in his room, distant. "I brought you some snacks" I added, obviously worried - he had been there since last night, when the footage had been revealed.